Random firings amidst my grey matter......

1. Why am I the only one that can let the dogs out?


2. Why, when I have the misfortune of thinking of certain songs, do they set up camp in my head? This crap will be jockeying for space with the other bazillion random thoughts that pop in and out of my noggin for days and days and days and days and days and days and days to come….one such example.



The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

(The above lyrics are truly in this song, in the exact order I posted them…the song originally recorded by WAR used to drive my dad nuts. I remember being in the car with him and listening to that song “Man, I could be a millionaire songwriter right now kids” he would say “I could write a song just as good” and then he would sing some cheesy made up lyrics.

“I am a truck driver from nine to five
  I am a truck driver from nine to five
  I am a truck driver from nine to five
  I drive a truck from nine to five”

HILARIOUS

3. Why do I always pick the wrong lane/line? I contemplate which I think will be the fastest. Weighing issues like, who is behind the wheel, or the shopping cart? How fast do you think they can place all their groceries on the belt? Or their banking in the canister? Who is behind the glass or the cash register? If the person is sportin a tallywacker (he guys, no offense meant…I’m just sayin) be he old, young or somewhere in-between…forget it, I move on down the line or lane…still, I am always wrong. I manage always to be in the slowest line no matter which lane/line I choose.

4. I think I’m going to waste some of my precious time writing a letter to the drug companies that manufacture all the medicine that I take/use for my colitis…”Why do all the drugs have to contain the word “ASS”? Is this some kind of joke? Don’t you think those of us using this crap for our asses know it is for our ass?

“I need to refill my ASSacol, or my CanASSa. Should I start back up on my ASSacort? (I hate being in line at the pharm and having to use all these ASS words...especially if the clerk is sportin a.....,  nevermind, you get the picture.)


The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine
He drink whiskey, Poncho drink the wine

( I’ve moved on to a different part of the song…things may be lookin up).

Have a stupendous day!!!! And feel free to use this space to add some ramblings of your own.

A random picture to go with this post. (In case Al ever wonders, really wonders WHY I hate having my picture taken.)

I always look a little weird in my pictures...there is a famous quote in our family, it comes from my grandfather Ed,

My grandmother looking at a picture of herself "Jesus Christ, I look like I'm a 100 years old"

Her darling husband in response "Pictures don't lie Soph".